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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Blue Dove Turns Back</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the blue dove turns back, <br>exhausted by looking for things <br>she hoped to find, <br>blue blood to the dark side of the heart, <br>no land in sight, no blithe word, <br>no sprig of olive in her beak, <br>and the bruised sky turns black <br>and there’s nothing to seek <br>but the misdirections of the stars, <br>she looks for shelter<br>under the wing of the dragon<br>that takes her into his darkness <br>like the night takes in the moon.<br>Just for her he disarms <br>the claws on one wing and a prayer<br>like a dead branch to receive her blossom.<br>She thaws like snow in the heat<br>of his ancient serpent fire <br>and weeps like a window <br>for things that go on forever.<br>Like the homeless continuity <br>of her random flight plan.<br>He speaks to her tenderly <br>like silence out of the enormity <br>of his solitude within <br>as if she were standing <br>in the shadows of opening doors.<br>No lover, no assassin, no eclipse, <br>no starmap to anywhere, <br>not a sage of snake wisdom, <br>his yellow eyes slashed like full moons, <br>he says, you’ve got wings, just like me <br>and maybe it’s not landfall you’re looking for <br>not something continental<br>to rest upon like a mountaintop<br>but the wind, whichever way it blows, <br>wherever it goes<br>that is always vagrantly at home <br>and everywhere in touch with itself. <br>Just as the night sea never <br>severs itself from its own weather<br>whatever mirror it wears<br>with or without a facelift, <br>you might think you’re so far out of it<br>you’re flying a kite on string theory, <br>a high note on a stave of power lines.<br>But what are these if not <br>your own umbilical and spinal cords<br>attached like wavelengths and lifelines <br>to everything in the womb of the dark mother<br>who keeps on giving birth to you<br>from one bucket of a waterclock <br>to the next forever? <br>And when you’re lost in your own eyes, <br>is the night not compassionate, <br>does it not lay out a starmap before you <br>and say go whichever way you want, <br>follow whatever star you choose.<br>In an omnidirectional world of light<br>they’re all true north <br>even when you’re walking <br>in the shadows of your own shining.<br>Even when you’re trying to reach landfall<br>by cooking rocks in a tinfoil crack spoon<br>like the feminine gender of Columbus <br>in the Caribbean islands<br>when you break up <br>like Pangaea into continents<br>as if you were fracturing prophetic skulls<br>that didn’t take their own advice, <br>hoping someone might name one after you. <br>And I can think of a few<br>that could be immediately renamed after you<br>though you’re not the first <br>nor the last to discover them.<br>Mu and Atlantis.<br>But they’re not the kind of place <br>you want to pilot an ark to.<br>And if you think it’s hard now <br>try tugging a shipwreck up from the bottom<br>to see if even one of a kind survived.<br>There you can eat the carrion of corpses <br>like the white crow <br>Noah sent out first <br>to look for dry land<br>then cursed the bird<br>for feeding off the drowned <br>with a hoarse voice <br>and an eclipse of black feathers, <br>turning diamond back into coal<br>you can cook in a spoon<br>like forty nights of new moons <br>that never open their eyes<br>because they’re as stillborn<br>as the porcelain doorknob<br>of a cosmic egg<br>you can only break out of <br>on the inside<br>by letting the world <br>unfold your wingspan<br>like a loveletter to yourself<br>you finally decide to send back like word<br>of a blue dove at peace with herself<br>at the first sight of real land<br>even from the crow’s nest <br>you’re living in now <br>from hand to mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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exhausted by looking for things 
she hoped to find, 
blue blood to the dark side of the heart, 
no land in sight, no blithe word, 
no sprig of olive in her beak, 
and the bruised sky turns black 
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